littledeath
I really don't know what to do to end this. Maybe because I don't know what "this" is. I just woke up one day, and everything was different. No one recognized me. It's like I was a stranger in my own house. I went to a psychic, she said that my aura had shifted, whatever that means.
The fresh fruit sat on the counter where it had been placed only moments before. Oranges, apples, bananas all mixed together in the bowel. The colours had been muted by the blood which had been sprayed when the shot rang out.
Exquisitely decorated. Exquisitely robed. Exquisitely attended.
The wedding was just perfect. The only thing that went wrong is that the bride didn't show up.
She didn't show up because she had died; died while running away from the church with her one true love. The groom had no idea.
The camera was pointed away from him. All he could think about was the damage it had caused.
She had left him because of this camera. She had told him that he loved it more than he had loved her.
She left. Took everything.
Attention back to the camera. He points. And clicks.